I Let Them Uninvite Me From a Wedding I Was Paying For

second, nobody spoke.

Then Emma looked at the papers.

Then at Victoria.

Then at me.

“What is this?”

I answered her, not my mother, not the planner.

“This is your wedding contract.”

Before the First Dance

Emma stepped fully into the room and shut the door behind her.

Outside, faint through thick walls, the quartet had started prelude music.

Inside, Denise found continue reading …